Kenneth N. Ehrhardt

When Mark and I were young boys we could have passed for brothers. One day we were playing at my house when Mark's Dad came to pick him up. He must have just glanced at me, cause he told me to get in the car. After he realized I wasn't Mark, we both had a good laugh! Mr. and Mrs. Ehrhardt were always pleasant and good to us. Mark, It's one of the hardest things in life, to loose a parent. I'm truly sorry for your loss. Thoughts and prayers, Brother